The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-09-04

of the court after sentence had been pronounced
This was hardly the time to seek interview
with the Spaniard.
Come away. Miss Stannard." said Mr. Har
vey. Come away! We will come back when
the committee"
Nor answered Alice II will throw myself
between the accused and the judges"
The girls resolution was such that Mr. Harvey
despaire6 Of overcoming it. Alice led the way.
He was bound follow her. The crowd was
ouiet-some of them recognized her perhaps
and yet it opened to let her pass. The cries of
Death" sounded horrible in her ears Nothing
could stop her. She reached the doors of the
court Here the crowd was rougber than ever
not the roughness that follows the storm. but
that which precedes it. The most terrible ex-
cesses were to be feared
Suddenly a tumultuous wave burst from the
court The shouts redoubled Sentence had
James Burbank, like Gilbert, had been con-
demned for the pretended crime to the
same penalty. Father and son would fall before
the same firing platoon.
Death! DEATH" yelled the crowd of roughs.
James Burbank appeared on the steps. He
was calm and collected A look of scorn all
ne had for the shouting crowd.
A detachment of militia surrounded him, with
orders to take him back to prison.
He was not alone.
Gilbert was by his side.
Taken from the cell where he awaited the hour
of execution. the young officer had been brought
into the committees presence to be confronted
with James Burbank, who could only confirm
what his had said. Gilbert had come to
Castle House TO his dying mother for the
last time. On the evidence the charge would
have collapsed, had not the trial been settled be-
forehand. The same doom awaited both inno-
cent doom imposed by personal VEN
geance, and pronounced by Ubiquitous judges.
The crowd closed the prisoners. It was
with great difficulty that the militia could clear
the way.
There was O sudden movement in the crowd.
Alice rushed towards the father and son.
Involuntarily the mob recoled, surprised by
this unexpected attempt.
"Alice!" exclaimed Gilbert.
Colbert! Gilbert!" murmured Alice she fell
into his
"Alice why are you herea7 asked James Bur-
bank.
ITO ask mercy for you. To beg it from your
judges. Mercy! mercy for them!'
The girls cries were heart breaking. She
chung to the clothes of the doomed men, who
had for moment stopped.
Could they hope for pity from the wild crowd
that surrounded them? No! But her interven-
ton for a moment prevented them from pro-
ceeding to violence, in defiance of the militia
guard.
Texar Informed of what was happening APP
peared at the threshold OF the Courts of Justice.
gesture from him silenced the crowd The
order he gave was to take the Burbanks back to
prison
The detachment resumed its march.
mercy! mercy!" sobbed Alice, throwing her
self at TeXars knees.
The Spanlard's reply was gesture of refusal.
The girl stood up.
''Scoundrel" she said.
She would have reJolned the prisoners. fol-
lowed them to the prison, and spent with them
the last hours left for them to live.
They were already out of the square, the
crowd escorting them with yells and insults.
1t more than Alice could bear. Her
strength abandoned her. She staggered and
fell She had neither feeling consciousness
when Mr. Harvey received her in his
She did not come TO herself till she was with
her father in Mr. Harveys house.
"To the prison To the prison!" she MUIR
INJURED, Both of them must escape"
Yes" said Mr.. Stannard. That is all we
can trvw Wait till night comes! !"
Nothing could be done during the day. When
darkness enabled them to act with more safety,
without fear of being surprised, Mr. Stannard
and Mr. Harvey would endeavor to help the
prisoners escape. with the connivance of their
guard. They would take money with them SO
much--so they hoped-that the would be
unable to resist them; particularly as a single
shot from Stsvens's gunboats might end the
Spaniard's power.
But night came, and they bad to give up all
thought of their scheme The prison was guard
ed by detachment OF militia, and all idea OF
flight was in vain. 10